Chapter 140: Crazy Blood Dual Bodies!

A sharp dagger was drawn through the clustered swarm of creatures. Driven by the strength of a mid-level official knight—a power Wang Yu had reached by activating the "Bypin Boiling Blood Technique" to send his body into a berserk state—it sliced through the wall of flesh formed by the intercepting creatures as easily as cutting through cardboard.

These creatures, completely transformed into killing machines, lacked the vital organs necessary for self-preservation; the viscera and blood spraying from their torn shells signaled their inevitable march toward death.

A mixture of bright red and multicolored biological fluids sprayed forth, drenching Wang Yu from head to toe. Among them were toxic or corrosive substances that dissolved his leather armor entirely, while the poisons vied to invade his very flesh.

His skin festered, only to heal visibly moments later. As soon as the toxins entered his body, they were obliterated by his blood, which not only possessed inherent toxin-neutralizing properties but was now surging with the frantic stimulation of the "Bypin Boiling Blood Technique."

Bathed in blood, Wang Yu was blocked by the massive swarm gathering before him. Facing the tide of creatures, he chose neither to flee nor to engage in guerrilla tactics; he and Aivia had to reach the center of the academy. They had no retreat and no other choice.

He plunged into the swarm like a madman. The sheer density of the creatures made them press against one another, and while Wang Yu was attacked and squeezed by them, he used the creatures themselves as a shield, blocking further assaults from others.

"Bang!" Behind him, Aivia calmly pulled the trigger. Wang Yu diverted all his sorcerous shields and battle-aura defenses to the girl, ensuring that none of the creatures' attacks could touch her. Amidst this deadly, chaotic frenzy, Aivia remained composed, completing the construction of the necessary special ammunition.

Driven by a burst of explosive force, the projectile slammed into the pile of beasts before Wang Yu. He raised his hand slightly to shield himself, and the next moment, the massive shell imploded due to the reaction between the internal fuel and the exterior.

The deliberately reinforced casing compressed the explosive force, triggering a more violent blast and shockwave upon reaching critical mass.

A tremor erupted from the point of impact. With a thunderous roar, the violent shockwave tore through the creatures' bodies; whether they were corpses already slain by Wang Yu or living, frenzied beasts, all were tossed into the sky and scattered in all directions.

The fluids already splattered everywhere were caught in the blast, turning into a rain of bizarrely colored blood falling from the sky, adding a grotesque and eerie quality to an already insane and bloody scene.

A gap was cleared ahead, and bathed in this bloody rain, Wang Yu pushed forward.

Suddenly, a creature resembling a leopard darted out from the gaps in the falling pile of beasts. Moving with extreme speed, it wove through the descending bodies and, within a few breaths, lunged at Wang Yu’s left side.

It kicked off the blood-soaked ground, leaving a depression, and its lithe, lethal body leaped into the air. Its face, indistinguishable from a normal leopard's, split into four petals, revealing dense, sharp teeth that stood upright as the face mutated into a visage born entirely for slaughter.

It was fast, reaching the side of Wang Yu’s body—where he held his dagger—in the blink of an eye, and bit down hard on his forearm.

This mutated creature was clearly more powerful than most of the others blocking his path; its size and the strength it displayed were on a higher level. It was a more lethal creation crafted by Elfin to surround and kill Wang Yu.

The four-petaled face clamped onto Wang Yu’s forearm, its internal fangs piercing deep into his flesh. Skin was torn, muscles were punctured, and the facial muscles ground against his arm, channeling force inward in an attempt to shatter the bone.

"Snap." Expressionless, Wang Yu slammed his right hand onto the leopard’s head. The Void Blade gauntlet covered his hand; since his dagger-wielding hand was restrained, he would use pure destruction to end the creature biting him.

Driven by his muscles, his steel-clad fingers exerted pressure like a hydraulic press against the leopard’s skull. "Crack, crack, crack, crack!" The bone gradually succumbed, pushed to the brink of collapse by the tightening grip of his five fingers.

"Pfft!" The bone near the creature's eye socket, gripped by his index and ring fingers, shattered first. Wang Yu’s fingers pierced through the bone and embedded themselves into the creature’s brain. He exerted force, twisting and tearing the core that commanded the creature's body into shreds.

Having lost its command center, the creature did not die immediately; its limbs twitched under erratic electrical signals, but the mouthparts still clamped tightly onto Wang Yu’s left hand refused to let go.

He shook his left hand, flinging the creature with the crushed skull from his arm, revealing a forearm riddled with bloody holes. The muscle tissue and blood vessels, torn and ground by the sharp fangs, were severely damaged, leaving the forearm’s muscle nearly useless.

Without pausing, Wang Yu continued his advance. The Banner of Triumph glowed, and the life force of the slain creatures was drawn from the void into Wang Yu’s body. Together with his blood and the potions already repairing his wounds, it smoothed over and filled the ghastly gashes at a visible rate.

Kill, kill, kill. At this moment, Wang Yu had become a true killing machine, repairing his damage through slaughter and carving his path forward with death. The fading lives of Elfin’s creations were converted by the Banner of Triumph into the purest life force, providing Wang Yu with the fuel to slay even more.

The lives of his enemies were the fuel that provided endless power to Wang Yu’s broken body.

Ahead, a large number of creatures gathered once more, squeezing and twisting to form a living wall, blocking their advance.

"Swish, swish, swish!" A sharp whistling sound came from behind. Bird-like creatures dove from the sky, flapping their wings rapidly before folding them at the last moment, aiming their sharp, barbed beaks at Wang Yu.

"Bang! Crack-crack! Pfft! Pfft!" A shotgun blast swept the area. Aivia’s Wizard’s Eye had anticipated these lethal birds flying in at high speed; the spreading buckshot was prepared specifically for such fast, numerous targets.

The physical durability of these creatures, lacking "transcendent power" and not fully specialized, had its limits, and the shotgun shells erupting from Aivia’s muzzle exceeded what they could withstand.

Many were pierced through the skull or torn apart by the flying metal fragments, shredded into rags before they could strike. The luckier ones were hit partially, veering off course and crashing into the ground with broken bones.

A very few penetrated the barrage and dove like shadows toward the pair. The Ripple had already predicted their trajectories; Wang Yu swung his raised arm backward, and his hardened gauntlet blocked the bird aiming for the back of his neck.

The beak twisted and shattered the moment it collided with the Void Blade gauntlet. The hardest weapon these creatures possessed was laughably fragile against it, and the force traveled through the broken beak to the bird’s neck, snapping it instantly.

Having intercepted the potentially fatal strike, the remaining two successfully hit Wang Yu’s shoulder and upper arm.

Their extreme speed allowed these birds, possessing sufficient kinetic energy, to pierce Wang Yu’s flesh with their barbed beaks, destroying the muscles, blood vessels, and tendons along the way.

He glanced at his pierced arm and shoulder. While these creatures lacked strong self-preservation, their specialized forms made them truly lethal; Wang Yu, an official knight-level transcendent, had almost no defense against them.

The barbed beak structure was clearly a targeted mutation designed specifically for him. If he tried to pull them out, the barbs would further tear and destroy his muscles and vessels, causing even greater damage than the initial puncture, yet leaving them in would severely hinder his movement.

Coldly, he pulled the birds from his body with his other hand, letting the barbs further shred his flesh, leaving behind two ghastly, blood-dripping holes that made one’s skin crawl. He could have chosen a better way, yet he chose the one that caused himself the most harm. What was he thinking?

He pressed on without rest. Endless creatures, a path without end—yet with Wang Yu’s constant slaughter and Aivia’s explosive shells clearing the way, they seemed to be nearing the end.

Through the high-altitude perspective of the Wizard’s Eye, the open, unbuilt space appearing not far ahead was their destination: the center of the academy, one of the exhaust vents for the Mountain Forge.

And in that space, the strange object suspended in the air was captured by Aivia. The item, which looked like a miniature model of a forest, was likely the wonder that rendered all magic useless. They were very close to their goal.

However, at this moment, the wounds on Wang Yu’s body were horrifying. With holes of all sizes and various gashes, anyone seeing his broken shell would wonder how he was still standing.

Wang Yu no longer tried his best to repair those wounds; he simply completed the killing mechanically, charging forward madly, snatching life force from the slain creatures to lock his crumbling health bar in place, thanks to the Banner of Triumph.

"Your life form is also quite interesting. Unlike those arrogant beings who discarded the power of life itself, your life is tenacious. Your utilization of the essence of life even seems to have something worth learning from—drawing the power to survive from the lives of the slain. You are such a stubborn creature..."

As Wang Yu maintained his slaughter and advance, nearing the center of the academy, Elfin’s voice echoed from nowhere. The tone remained cold and indifferent, but his words carried a hint of surprise and appreciation.

Wang Yu’s terrifying, tenacious life force made this existence, known as the Source of Life, feel a flicker of surprise and admiration.

"If you are willing to join me, I can preserve your body. You may keep your consciousness alive within me while freely using that shell when permitted. At the same time, your shell will evolve and grow with me, until we witness the ultimate end of life."

Once again, Elfin extended an olive branch to the Wang Yu he "appreciated," or rather, coveted.

"Asshole." For the first time during the battle, Wang Yu gave an extremely simple response, his hands continuing the slaughter and his feet never ceasing their advance.

The ultimate end of life? His ability to snatch life force from dead creatures didn't come from himself at all, but from the wonder, the Banner of Triumph. Elfin, who attributed all power to life itself and spoke of arrogance, made Wang Yu want to laugh for some reason.

Who, in the end, was the truly arrogant one?

"Very well. Then your body shall become a part of me, and your consciousness shall be stripped away. You will meet death in the absolute sense."

The frenzied wave of creatures around him paused for a brief moment, and in the next, it erupted into an even more thorough and chaotic riot. The ground cracked, and powerful creatures, previously hidden among the masses and capable of posing a serious threat to Wang Yu, began to crawl out.

They tore through all the other creatures blocking their path, transforming from sharp knives hidden among the common fodder into the true main force.

Each of them could pose a fatal threat to Wang Yu, and now, these exceptionally powerful creatures had become a tide, pressing toward him. On the eve of reaching the finish line, everything seemed to be sliding toward despair.

The situation Wang Yu and Aivia had fought their way out of seemed to be collapsing once more. A massive number of creatures, superior in both strength and speed, pressed in from all sides, pouncing on Wang Yu and embedding their claws and sharp teeth into his body.

Before one creature could finish its assault, another was already pressing forward, eager to vent its instinctive, surging desire for slaughter upon Wang Yu.

One, two, a dozen—the creatures rushing up quickly buried Wang Yu beneath the tide. In the violent swarm, that figure of frenzied slaughter could no longer be seen.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

Wang Yu lay on the ground, using his back to protect Aivia, who was pressed beneath him. Wounds continued to multiply all over his body, and his life was reaching its final countdown, yet Wang Yu’s tone remained calm.

"Mm." The girl’s eyes were red. Wang Yu had to risk his life again. Why did it always come to this? She was still too weak...

"Hoo." Exhaling a breath, Wang Yu ignored the destruction deepening from flesh to bone on his back and closed his eyes.

The life force he had been hoarding since earlier was unleashed all at once. His wounds began to heal frantically; except for the injuries on his back, which were in a stalemate of deepening and healing, all other ghastly wounds closed up by seven or eight-tenths within a dozen seconds.

However, this was meaningless. Healing wounds could not help Wang Yu escape the fate of being swarmed by these creatures. Without the power to break the situation, he could never escape this abyss of despair. Thus, Wang Yu needed power, and this power had to be created by him.

His blood accelerated. The Bloody Rage Knight secret technique was driven to the limit by his battle aura once more; the battle aura he had saved had to be used now.

From the wounds on his back, blood gushed out, rapidly solidifying and shaping into a hardened state. A blood hand extended from his back, tearing the creature closest to him to shreds.

Then came a second blood hand. From the wounds on Wang Yu’s back as he lay prone, a humanoid figure gradually crawled out. It looked exactly like Wang Yu—a humanoid composed purely of blood. A blood-body that could change shape at will, it swept the surrounding creatures away with the scarlet blades formed from blood.

Then, Wang Yu’s body, lying on the ground, stood up, once again hoisting Aivia onto his back. Only, at this moment, there was no longer the color of a sentient being in the eyes of this body.

The Ripple flowed ceaselessly within the blood body. Wang Yu had never forgotten the essence of the Ripple: it carried everything he possessed—strength, vision, smell, everything. The Ripple was his extension; the Ripple was him!

He transferred the Ripple to the blood, which had been given power and form by the Bloody Rage Knight secret technique, filling the blood with the Ripple and attaching everything of himself, including his consciousness, to it. This formed a second, formless yet formidable body composed of blood.

The creatures pounced again, and Wang Yu’s body, along with the blood-humanoid behind him, struck out together.

Every movement of that formidable frame possessed the grace of instinct, devoid of a single wasted motion.

Lacking a fixed form, the creatures could inflict no lasting harm, while his every strike effortlessly rent their sanguine bodies asunder.

Once more, Wang Yu began his savage slaughter amidst the frenzied swarm.

With his conscious mind surrendered, the blood lost to the outside was replenished as Wang Yu’s secret art of the Bloody Gale Knight forced the remaining fluid against his vessel walls, driving his body to churn out ever more.

The battle unfolded just as his body had once intercepted a sudden strike before his own mind could even register the threat.

Wang Yu entrusted everything to this eternal comrade—his own flesh—and the instincts honed through countless trials and relentless training, which now manifested their raw, terrifying power.

Tearing, crushing, he butchered every creature that swarmed his mutated form; those who approached alone perished, and those who came in droves were held at bay before his blood-wrought limbs, transformed into crimson blades, cleaved them in two.

Forward, forward, an unstoppable advance; the power erupting from within him forcibly carved a path paved in gore through the heart of the horde.

Dual-bodied in blood-madness, he tore open a way through the jaws of despair.